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You were a breakable object, and coexisted in a home with me, therefore, your ultimate demise was inevitable.

My glasses were on the sink, so I couldn’t really see what happened to you, but I was drying my hair (upside down style for that extra volume effect) and suspect that a cord snag and massive hair flip were involved.

(Above: The sturdy coffee mugs — obviously marketed towards children, weird — from which I drink every beverage. Even wine. You think I can have wine glasses in my home, fool? In our first year of marriage, I broke every one of the two dozen just regular glasses my husband brought into the union. He learned. Oh, yes, he learned.)